“Who’s got number two?” Hayden barked out.
The robust, older man, one of the two men who had held Cathryn’s arms came forward.
“I don’t see any rope or leather in your hands,” Hayden said. “What did you bring to show your fantasy?”
“Just this,” the man said. He reached into his inside coat pocket and tossed a small photo to the floor.
It was Cathryn.
Cathryn focused on the image. Her eyes got even wider as they flicked back up to the robust man.
“About time you admitted it, Franklin,” Jill said. “I’ve been watching you two dance around each other for months.”
“All right, then,” Hayden said. “A little honesty at last. Claim her then, Franklin. She’s yours. Only don’t rape her right away. Tell her all the nasty things you’re going to do to her, and also tell her of how you’re going ma
